Kemetic scents, waterfalls and memories of you.Never knew you existed in my past, present or future...yet in the mist of my heart you arose, rising higher and higher,setting my heart on fire, shaping my deepest desires.You are the blackness of the Sun, my soul, my beginning...born from the ashes of losing, formed by the essence of winning.You have enveloped my mind and soul in your bossom with reason,held me through changes of seasons.No one saw you hiding in the balconies of wisdom from within,shaped, formed where the Goddess does begin....

Yet it is you who owns my heart, owns my life, owns my soul...you, yes you, who shares control.Now as I move to new and deeper valleys of life....it is you who I ask to be my wife...or is it more, much more...I can never be sure.This I do know, which the world will surely see....and that is the fact that you were destined for me.Ordained by the ancestors of old, laden with gold,a spiritually time tested sybil with love as your role.

Will you answer this poem?, I doubt it doubt it,why should you when you're simply bout it bout it?I must all the same thank you, for on this site we met,now it's time we move forwards in the sun soak and wet.I honor you and bow to your feet, pray to you at nightwhere none can compete.We rise in the ashes of love like a phoenix, wings spreadwide with none in between us.And fly we shall...fly we shall....fly, we shall.

Kemetic scents, waterfalls and memories of you.Never knew you existed in my past, present or future...yet in the mist of my heart you arose, rising higher and higher,setting my heart on fire, shaping my deepest desires.You are the blackness of the Sun, my soul, my beginning...born from the ashes of losing, formed by the essence of winning.You have enveloped my mind and soul in your bossom with reason,held me through changes of seasons.No one saw you hiding in the balconies of wisdom from within,shaped, formed where the Goddess does begin....

Yet it is you who owns my heart, owns my life, owns my soul...you, yes you, who shares control.Now as I move to new and deeper valleys of life....it is you who I ask to be my wife...or is it more, much more...I can never be sure.This I do know, which the world will surely see....and that is the fact that you were destined for me.Ordained by the ancestors of old, laden with gold,a spiritually time tested sybil with love as your role.

Will you answer this poem?, I doubt it doubt it,why should you when you're simply bout it bout it?I must all the same thank you, for on this site we met,now it's time we move forwards in the sun soak and wet.I honor you and bow to your feet, pray to you at nightwhere none can compete.We rise in the ashes of love like a phoenix, wings spreadwide with none in between us.And fly we shall...fly we shall....fly, we shall.

I LOVE YOU BABY!!!

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This is beautiful This site has some talented poets and you are one of them Kenyatta.

Kemetic scents, waterfalls and memories of you.Never knew you existed in my past, present or future...yet in the mist of my heart you arose, rising higher and higher,setting my heart on fire, shaping my deepest desires.You are the blackness of the Sun, my soul, my beginning...born from the ashes of losing, formed by the essence of winning.You have enveloped my mind and soul in your bossom with reason,held me through changes of seasons.No one saw you hiding in the balconies of wisdom from within,shaped, formed where the Goddess does begin....

Yet it is you who owns my heart, owns my life, owns my soul...you, yes you, who shares control.Now as I move to new and deeper valleys of life....it is you who I ask to be my wife...or is it more, much more...I can never be sure.This I do know, which the world will surely see....and that is the fact that you were destined for me.Ordained by the ancestors of old, laden with gold,a spiritually time tested sybil with love as your role.

Will you answer this poem?, I doubt it doubt it,why should you when you're simply bout it bout it?I must all the same thank you, for on this site we met,now it's time we move forwards in the sun soak and wet.I honor you and bow to your feet, pray to you at nightwhere none can compete.We rise in the ashes of love like a phoenix, wings spreadwide with none in between us.And fly we shall...fly we shall....fly, we shall.

I LOVE YOU BABY!!!

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Keita Kenyatta impressive read...i like how you mixed Kemetic spirituality with black love...

FinallyDropping down to see the man you are to meBeing able to feel the man curves in my mind firstLike floating in the forestBut no I’m drowningYour hear to save meFinallyI believe in youI’ve seen how you appeal to meLooking straight in my eyesWith a long lasting thang of an essenceHeat put upon me with the thought ofFinally it can be me & you!Hosting the rest of our lives.

FinallyDropping down to see the man you are to meBeing able to feel the man curves in my mind firstLike floating in the forestBut no I’m drowningYour hear to save meFinallyI believe in youI’ve seen how you appeal to meLooking straight in my eyesWith a long lasting thang of an essenceHeat put upon me with the thought ofFinally it can be me & you!Hosting the rest of our lives.

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Candeesweet, I want to thank you so true...but these words I wrote just wasn't about you.I respect and admire all the words you did say,and some man will love you for all of this one day.But Sister let me tell you, she's right here on this site,my hearts desire and my Sun that's shining in the night.

I adore her as My Queen and My Goddess so Supreme,and to her I am her God and her only Royal King.I bow down to her though she raises me so high,like the pyramids of Kemet reaching up into the sky.So I had to write this poem to you to set the record straight,with hopes you'll understand my Sis it's anything but hate.For in your words I saw a heart that's surely made of gold,and one day you'll have that man to love, to cherish and hold.

But me, I have been taken and my soul is not my own,for she has reaped the harvest of the seeds that I have sown.She's wrapped her world around me as our lives have just begun,where once there was but two of us, there now exist but one.I love her dearly, heart and soul, and with her is my life,For I'm her husband soon to be as she becomes my wife.

Excuse me my Afrakan Queen, who are you trynna possess?...second guess, write the test, love and die for at second best?I saw you strollin in my sight, caressed by the moons light, in the warmth of a Zanzibar night, that made me want to hold tight.Hold tight to all the reasons why, the warmth of your thighs,the glow in your eyes and your sweet lullabies that make me sigh, often make me cry.

But don't feel bad my love, for these are tears of pain, unlike rain,unlike the pitter patter of those insane. The pain of every second that you are empty from my arms, empty from my charms, empty from all that quelches a quite storm.

And yes, I'm chasin after ya, clear from here to South Afraka.Why?...because I love you...is that enough?...is that too tough,just off tha cuff, smooth and silky but never too rough.If I were king would you fall to your kness, beg to please and satisfywith ease?

Do you really think that my finding you in the waterfalls of the Nilewas simply to give you up to another?...to surrendar you to my brother, when with love in you I would smother. How many times do I have to convey, the words I say, the words I pray, the fact that night must follow day, but like smoke I'd never stand in your way?

You ain't goin nowhere, so come on inside...live in my heart wherelove does reside...where peace never hides and where time never flys.Come inside my bride, feel the tide, the ebb and the flow, the fact that you're with me where ever I go.

Others on the corner looking for that cookie,I'm in the bedroom waitin on that nookie...others holding pipes just looking for that blast,while I'm in the bedroom lookin at that *ss!Some shoot up drugs simply falling on their face,while I want to see that booty on my plate.Some go through life always in second guess,while I long to rest my face between your breast.Some never ask the questions as to why,while I long to lick that sweat between your thighs.Some wonder how in life they can compete,while I long to run my tongue between your feet.Some always search the valleys and above,while I simply search this journey we call love!!

TNK, that's your Afrakan name... Although on Destees it isn't the same. You've been a beacon of light, Kemetic in thought, unlike other slaves that were sold and were bought. A Sybil in character and an Amazon Queen, with insight and Divineness very rarely seen. Even the ancestors have stopped to gaze with surprise, at the birth and ressurection that shines in your eyes.

The ancient Goddesses have gathered around the table, so proud to see you as part of their stable... a stable of Royalty of Wisdom and of Pride, that serves to guide you to the Blackness inside. For Maat was your Title in the long distant past, based on foundations to eternally last. Then you rose from your darkness that some call a nod, and gave birth to the essence that some know as God.

You were President of the Mysteries not standing on sand, as you taught all you could to your child known as man. Now thousands of years later you've returned and your start, is to love and embrace me like the beat of your heart.From Mount Kilimanjaro down to Timbuktu,I've never loved a Woman as I've learned to love you.As the time is growing close when nothing will be the same,and all on this sight will know your Destee Forum name,So let me remind you like Highlander under the sun,that with you in my heart "there can ONLY BE ONE"!!!